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		<title>A Day At The Masters</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A tradition unlike any other, The Masters is not only a symbolic event in golf, but in all of sports and culture as a whole. When my boyfriend told me two weeks before that he had scored badges to the Masters, which is pretty difficult to do, I couldn&#8217;t have been more excited. Every middle-aged &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://meredithkenyon.com/?p=326">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[There are an infinite amount of ways to meet your significant other but I never thought mine would be through twitter. What started as a series of semi-professional DMs, blossomed into a full-blown romance. The reactions I get from people are totally mixed, but I don&#8217;t care because sometimes there are things too crazy to &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://meredithkenyon.com/?p=321">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m a 20-year-old female and I genuinely like golf. I know you don&#8217;t usually hear those two things together, but it&#8217;s true. I grew up in Scottsdale, AZ, a notoriously big golf community. From when I was 9-14, my official mode of transportation was my family&#8217;s golf cart and I&#8217;ve spent countless nights over at &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://meredithkenyon.com/?p=300">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[My family has never been outdoorsy people (truthfully, I&#8217;ve never been camping), but we&#8217;ve always been avid hikers. Whenever a friend comes to visit, I do two things with them: take them to In-n-Out Burger and take them hiking. While there are many other (and closer) places to hike in Phoenix, nothing offers quite the views &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://meredithkenyon.com/?p=288">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve always felt a bit lost in terms of college football. Having grown up in the Phoenix metro area, my dad&#8217;s company had a suite at ASU football games which we used frequently. This was great when I was younger, until the Sun Devils became just awful a few years ago. Now, as a St. &#8230; <a class="read-excerpt" href="http://meredithkenyon.com/?p=279">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#187;</span></a>]]></description>
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